Post by fluffernut - now Jannie on Apr 7, 2012 5:49:45 GMT -5
I injured myself just last night due to clutter. Last night, in the middle of the night Hubby woke up and told me he was cold, asked me to put another blanket over him. As I walked thru the dark bedroom,I stumbled over his exercise machine, and twisted my ankle pretty badly. Hurt like heck, and it's still sore. I can't sit and rest it today, tomorrow is Easter and I have so much to do!
I severely hurt my back last year. I may never live without pain again, and I may not ever be able to get out of my lifelong poverty. I had wonderful plans to declutter and start a home business when I got injured, and now I cannot create the items that were unique and very marketable.
This hurts not only me, but my 2 wonderful grown sons who worry about me.
Now I do not have the choice to keep people out of my house and out of my life. Now I must ask for help from strangers to clean up and get out of this big house.
Please, please, please clean up your house and your life and save yourself AND your family. I never thought it would get this bad.
edited for clarity
Last Edit: Apr 7, 2012 8:39:18 GMT -5 by Starflower
Post by fluffernut - now Jannie on Apr 8, 2012 7:44:56 GMT -5
And if you drop and break something glass, be sure to sweep it all up. I once stepped on broken glass and a shard got wedged in the ball of my foot. It hurt like Blazes to walk. I finally went to a doctor and had it dug out. All due to my LAYZEENESS. Now I make sure to clean up anything broken.
Post by fluffychild on Apr 8, 2012 19:05:02 GMT -5
In my"empty apartment"that had nothing in it. I had the plaster ceiling in the kitchen replaced with wood car siding. The larger pieces left over were put in an out of the way place in the dining room. One night, I am up there, went to water the plant in the dining room, was not watching close enough, fell, twisted my leg and hit my head really hard on the sharp edge of the window frame. I was not sure if I would even be able to get up. I did not have a cel phone with me. I do not know how long it would have taken someone to find me. That weekend, I tossed all the wood off the second story porch to the ground. That wood got burned.
I've stepped on lots of sharp, pointy things (tacks, nails, snipped wire, bits of glass) as well as slipped on spills of slick substances in the kitchen.
I've also fallen down stairs several times.
After nearly going over the long staircase that comes down from the second floor and ends on a hard, potentially neck-breaking surface (thankfully my left arm grabbed at the rail and got wrenched out of its socket in the process) I vowed to never put stuff on the stairs again.